Lyrics:
rapper
Who swears he's makin' records
That's what they said whenever
I would walk by i never tripped though
Always kept my head up high
Eventually I knew
truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz
[2x]
Rap guys - liten to me
Listen to me rap guys
Diss Bizarre you die
We can do this like men
Or talk it out real right
Or do it my way and drive by
woof tickets
Nigga, you make a gang of noise and never seen like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
A lot of niggas is soft and get tossed
a blessin' through
Sit on the floor playin' Tekken 2
Lesson two I'm adressin' you turn out the lights like the World Class
Wreckin' Crew bring out the best
merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
My gleam play the part of a fool
Now hear these jewels from a wise king
See what my eyes seen
Ten year supreme,
the proof we are the coldest, holding the key to the codex,
The anti-life equation,If you touch it then you gotta breathe x2
How you live with a hard so
the blue hoody
Love every nigga in my crew
Let 'em move with me
Real nigga, keep it hundred like two fifties
Had a meeting with the mayor
While on fed papers
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
because the nigga gettin paid
I've got, niggas from coast, slangin my dope
Got niggas and G's, and rollin keys keys to record sto's
Get paid wit fatals,
I know I got religion
I belong to the laws and crew
You see we fought when we get happy
That's the way we Christian do
Oh
(Have you been tried-)
sketch on papyrus, then graduate to streets
Spawning new admirers and the cycle repeats and it goes...
(Chorus)
1 for free cans, 2 for the crew, 3 toy
Kelly, but give me brain bitch, c'mon
[Chorus Two: Proof]
The name of my crew is D.. {one-two}
You got some pills in your pocket, I want.. {one too}
I don't even think I can get high no more I be off too much, be off too much drugs
I don't even think I can get by no more So just fill my cup, just
on collisions in these rap competitions
My crew catch records turns their frames into scrape metal
Off to the junk yard
Cuz ain't nobodies on my rap level you
the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady
Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah them the ones
Luther Campbell of 2 Live Crew was arrested
for a night because of an onstage performance;
but on Tuesday we believe for the first time a recording artist
yo (jump) yo (jump)
(first family) for the two (oh) oh (oh)
Follow instructions! crews, listen!
Who, is it? move (bounce!)
First family move
No respect for the boys in blue
No red light see the pilot cruise
Live in the cabin that's the pilot crew
Look like a snack that's pilot food
The way
when the sun set, you fled the success
To the slum where you rest, nothin' more, nothin' less
School they fantasize about gangsta rap records
But
the ladies with burgundy hair get in free!
Heh, I got live on stage
Purple Gang and B.U., let's go!
Feelin' old as ever man I came with a buzz
Two shots,
bathe in the wake to baptize your crew
When I'm down by the river, bangin' from Sydney
Hand on my outboard fangin' my dinghy
Streams run free, all over
Thirty gang
Thirty gang
Thirty gang
Thirty I don't do no talkin or cappin
I live what I say when I'm rappin
And if you think it's a lie just try
I'll pull
And if you're on the legend tip, nuff respect for
Coming back to the crew and not to every but T-shirt
Every lunchbox, wack record, don't give a damn
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